The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

The proprietress was caught in the middle, her face not looking too good. She was clutching a plastic bag containing underwear, and the bag felt incredibly hot to the touch.

On one hand, there's the temptation of earning an extra tens of yuan; on the other hand, there's the importance of business reputation and the customers who have already made promises.

"I'm so sorry, boss."

She hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted her teeth, gave the curly-haired woman and the middle-aged man an apologetic smile, and spoke with a hint of insistence.

"I've already sold the item to this young lady and was ready to take the money. In business, we have to respect the principle of first come, first served and keep our word."

"I can't ruin my reputation just to make more money."

"How about you take a look at some other styles in the store? There are some really nice ones too..."

"Credit? What credit?" Upon hearing this, the curly-haired woman immediately protested, her voice becoming even shriller. She turned and grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, shaking it vigorously and pleading, "Honey! Look at her, we clearly saw her first, but she just won't sell herself."

"I don't care! I want those two sets today, you'd better figure something out!"

The middle-aged man was distracted by the woman's shaking, and then he was publicly rejected by the proprietress, which made him feel embarrassed and like he had lost face in front of his mistress.

"Alright, alright, add another ten yuan!"

He frowned, pulled a crumpled ten-yuan note from his pocket, slammed it on the counter, and said with a hint of impatience and condescension, "Seventy! Is that alright now?"

"Hurry up and pack my things."

The proprietress looked at the ten yuan note on the counter, her face showing difficulty and a hint of hesitation, but she still shook her head: "Boss, it's really not about the money..."

"Isn't it about money?" The man sneered, interrupting her. His eyes held a shrewdness and ruthlessness born from years of experience in the underworld. "Boss lady, I'm in business too. We're not bluffing."

"You're bringing up credibility with me just because you feel the benefits haven't been met."

"These days, what's the point of reputation? Profit is what really matters!"

He paused, then pulled another ten-yuan note from his pocket and slapped it onto the counter along with the previous one. His gaze, filled with pressure, fixed on the proprietress: "One hundred! Double the price! That should be enough to buy back your credibility, right?"

The proprietress looked at the hundred-yuan note on the counter, her breathing quickened noticeably, her throat bobbed, and her eyes were filled with struggle and hesitation.

One hundred yuan! That's equivalent to selling two more sets, and it's pure profit with no cost involved. It would be a lie to say you weren't tempted.

"Boss lady, you've sold us the goods, and I'm getting my money out to pay."

Just as the proprietress was about to waver and the curly-haired woman revealed a smug smile, Yang Shuisheng, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill: "Our deal is done. It seems to have nothing to do with these two, right?"

He said this to the proprietress, but his gaze calmly turned to the middle-aged man.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face immediately darkened. He looked Yang Shuisheng up and down, and seeing that he was dressed plainly and looked like a young man from the countryside, his eyes were immediately filled with disdain and contempt.

"Young man, don't speak so impulsively."

He chuckled and said in a tone that sounded like he was lecturing a younger person, "I know, it's hard to lose face in front of your girlfriend."

"But sometimes, in this society, you have to swallow your pride and bear with it."

"Otherwise, if you act impulsively and get into trouble you shouldn't, the consequences won't be as simple as not being able to buy two sets of underwear."

The threat in his words was no longer concealed.

Yu Qianwei sensed the threat in the other person's words and her heart tightened, fearing that Yang Shuisheng would get into a conflict with these people because of her. She quickly tugged at Yang Shuisheng's sleeve and whispered, "Shuisheng, forget it, let's not buy it, let them have it."

Yang Shuisheng gently patted the back of her hand, signaling her not to speak and giving her a reassuring look.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Then, he looked at the middle-aged man again, a half-smile playing on his lips, his tone slightly amusement: "Then I'd like to hear what the consequences will be if I don't swallow this insult?"

Are you threatening me?

When the middle-aged man saw that Yang Shuisheng was not only unafraid but also dared to ask a question, a look of surprise flashed across his face, which then turned into an even stronger sense of hostility.

"Yes, so what?"

He took half a step forward, closing in on Yang Shuisheng, his eyes filled with pressure, and said, word by word, "What do you think you can do? You still have to obediently suffer for me, don't you?"

Yang Shuisheng looked at the arrogant middle-aged man in front of him, who thought he could crush people just by bringing up his powerful backer, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He said calmly, "Oh? Then I'd really like to see how you plan to make me suffer?"

"Kid, do you know who I am?"

"You'll be shocked if I told you!"

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng was not only unfazed but also remained unmoved, the middle-aged man's face flashed with annoyance. He puffed out his chest and said in a tone that was both boastful and threatening, "I'm the purchasing director of the county's Hongqi Shopping Mall. You know Wang Kun from your Daliang Town, Brother Kun, right?"

"That's my best buddy!"

"We've drunk together and are like brothers. If you offend me, it's the same as offending Brother Kun."

"You'd better think this through. If you offend Brother Kun, do you think you'll have a good life in this Daliang Town?"

He thought that by mentioning Wang Kun's name, this ordinary-looking country boy would be scared out of his wits and obediently admit defeat.

Sure enough, the proprietress's expression changed immediately upon hearing the name Wang Kun.

"Young man, listen to your aunt's advice."

She quickly moved closer to Yang Shuisheng, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of anxiety and admonition, "That Wang Kun is a notorious ruthless character in our town. He has a group of men under his command, and even the police station gives him a wide berth."

"You don't need to offend him over two sets of underwear. How about this?"

"Tell your girlfriend to wait a couple of days. Once Auntie gets some new stock, she'll definitely save two even nicer outfits for you."

"Let's give these two sets to the boss today, to avoid any trouble."

"Didn't you hear me? Get lost! Stop getting in my way!"

The curly-haired woman next to the purchasing manager, seeing that the boss's wife had said that, became even more smug. Pointing at Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei with her red-nailed finger, she said sarcastically, "A country bumpkin like you dares to try and steal from me?"

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Can you even afford it?"

"How dare you talk like that?"

Yu Qianwei had been holding back, not wanting to cause trouble for Yang Shuisheng, but hearing such vicious insults, which also included Yang Shuisheng, she could no longer restrain herself. Her face flushed red as she retorted, "It's clearly you who are being unreasonable! Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served? Just because you have money doesn't mean you're superior!"

The curly-haired woman, emboldened by Yu Qianwei's retort, became even more disdainful: "Oh? You little bitch, you dare to talk back?"

"I'll tear your mouth apart!" she said, raising her hand and baring her teeth as she tried to scratch Yu Qianwei's face.

"roll!"

However, before her hand could even touch Yu Qianwei, or even fully land, Yang Shuisheng let out a thunderous shout, carrying a chilling aura, which resounded throughout the small shop.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry some kind of invisible force, causing the curly-haired woman's raised hand to freeze in mid-air, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell.

Looking at the young man whose eyes had suddenly turned icy cold, a nameless fear rose from the bottom of her heart, leaving her speechless.